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I grew up without a father. By the age of sixteen I had grown accustomed to this fact, and mom and I never really spoke about dad. All I was told was that my father was an oaf and that their very brief marriage had been a difficult one. According to mom, I was better off not knowing him. There were no photos of him and I didn’t even have a clue as to what he looked like. I took after my mother in appearance. She was fair haired, slim, five-feet-six tall, and attractive. I had the same blue eyes as mom, and there was absolutely no doubt that we were mother and son. I was often teased about being far too pretty for a boy and swore that if I heard that statement one more time, I was going to shoot the person uttering those words. What really pissed me off was being told, “You’re so pretty, you should have been a girl.”
My grandparents also never mentioned my father and I was sure that they had not liked him. I supposed that this was another reason why my father’s existence was never acknowledged.
Six months before I turned seventeen, however, my life changed remarkably. My mom, Kerry, was diagnosed with terminal cancer and would be dead in six months. We had a very kind neighbour named Lilly, who helped us out during mom’s illness. With my mom being an only child, we had no extended family and my frail grandmother was also incapable of contributing in any way. A week before my mother passed, she eventually broke down and contacted my father, Matt. There were two monumental facts that emerged at this time.
Firstly, Matt did not know of my existence, and therefore didn’t know that he had another son called Rhys. Secondly, I did not know that I had an older half-brother named Mark. Mom had married dad several months after Matt’s first wife had passed away, by which time Mark, the son from this former marriage, was already a year old.
When my mother left my father, she did not know that she was already four weeks pregnant with me. Having not slept with another man at that time, she knew that I could only be his child. She apparently informed dad that if he wanted to do a paternity test, he was free to do. He never did. As she explained to him telephonically, she had decided to keep my existence a secret to keep things uncomplicated. Unfortunately, given her current condition, she now had no other option and I would have to live with my father after her death.
Matt arrived two days later, three days before my mother passed. He stayed in our flat during his visit. I first met him at the hospital while visiting mom and was taken aback by his solid appearance. Dad was a construction worker. He was ruggedly handsome, forty-four years old and stood six-feet-two inches tall. He was quite hairy and the dark hair on his head was flecked with gray. His hands and feet were huge. When he walked into mom’s ward he bent down to kiss her, before awkwardly hugging me.
After a general chitchat, mom asked me to leave the room and wait in the passage. My parents then spoke for about an hour or so. En route back to our apartment later, dad stopped to buy pizzas for dinner. My father was very embarrassed that he had not brought along a picture of my twenty-one year old step-brother, Mark, before leaving to be with us. Dad and I spoke for a while after dinner before I went to bed. With the advent of the summer holidays two weeks earlier, I still had another three weeks of vacation left. Dad’s company had given him compassionate leave due to the circumstances we found ourselves in.
We spent the next day at the hospital and that night my mother went into a coma, from which she did not recover. She passed away a day later. The next two days were spent with funeral arrangements and visiting my school, to get the necessary transfer documents that were needed for me. The contents of mom’s apartment were disposed of, and two suitcases of odds and ends belonging to me were packed into dad’s pick up. I had turned seventeen during this upheaval and it was not a happy birthday.
The day after the funeral we departed for my next home. During the drive the smell emanating from Matt was potent and I would soon come to know that showering at my new home was not a great priority. This was very different from my life with mom where showering was a daily requirement. When we arrived at my new home later that day, I realized that I would be living in a trailer park. Our ‘home,’ however, appeared quite neat from the outside. As we got out of the vehicle, my step-brother Mark walked out of the front door to greet us, wearing a pair of shorts.
The resemblance between him and dad was remarkable and I instantly knew what dad had looked like at Mark’s age. Mark was almost as hairy as dad, but had a fuller head of black hair. He was over six-feet tall and very handsome.
Once inside, I was amazed by the layout of the trailer. It was bigger than it had looked from the outside. There was a large kitchen, dining room, and living room all in one. There were also two bedrooms and one bathroom. Mark and I shared a room with two three-quarter beds. After our arrival dad put on shorts and walked around barefooted like Mark. Mark’s feet were fairly dirty and dad joked with him about his strong musky smell.
Apparently, Mark always had to be reminded to shower and with dad away over the previous few days, it appeared that Mark had forgotten where the bathroom was. Mark’s hands also looked like they needed a good scrubbing. Mark and Matt drank beer and smoked while supper was prepared. I also put on a pair shorts to conform. I was even offered a beer, which I sipped very slowly so as not to offend. Being with guys was extremely different from my former existence.
As we ate I saw that table manners were totally unimportant to Mark and Matt, and they hadn’t even bothered to wash their hands before eating. While washing up the dishes they joked about being overdressed due to my presence. Apparently, they usually walked around the trailer naked. They always left a pair of shorts over a chair at the front door in case of unexpected visitors. I was starting to realize why my mother would have found life with my father such a strain, because she was very prissy. I, however, was finding this new carefree existence rather refreshing.
Dad informed me that he would prefer me to refer to him Matt in future, as I had noticed Mark doing. Before bed I was also told about another tradition in this household. It appeared that male affection was not frowned upon. After kissing both Matt and Mark, I went to bed after brushing my teeth. The guys continued chatting another half an hour before Mark walked into our room and inquired if I was still awake. Pretending to be asleep, I did not reply. Mark then got into bed his bed and I had to listen to what would become Mark’s nightly jerk-off ceremony.
When I awoke on Saturday morning and headed for the bathroom. After my morning shower ritual I returned to the bedroom, having heard Matt busy in the kitchen. When Mark got up out of bed he was naked, and as he stood stretching and yawning I observed his cock was uncut. This pleased me because I was one of the few guys at my former school that actually had a foreskin. I had always felt like the odd man out, because of this.
Mark then threw me onto the bed and started tickling me. As I giggled and tried to fight him off, he said that he was really stoked to have a brother of him own. I had always wondered what it would be like to have my own brother, and the familial warmth was extremely gratifying. Above all, a wonderful bond between us was established at that moment, and I would always love him unreservedly thereafter.
After joining dad in the kitchen we ate our breakfast in the nude. Matt and Mark then spent all morning and afternoon, working on a pickup that Mark had gotten for his twenty-first birthday. We had sandwiches for lunch and thankfully both men washed their hands before we ate. By the end of the day they were covered in grease, but showered before we had a barbeque that evening.
After getting into bed later, Mark asked me how often I wanked. Shyly, I answered, “Once a day.”
When I asked him the same question he laughed and then replied, “Lots more than that.”
Out of the blue he then asked, “Do you prefer boys?” I had never blushed so profusely in my life. Picking up on my extreme discomfort he said, “That’s okay, buddy, no need to talk about it now. Relax, it’s all cool.”
Having reached puberty five years earlier, I knew that I was gay, but I had never told my mother and was concerned about what my father and half-brother’s reactions would be, when they eventually found out.
Around midday on Sunday dad packed a picnic basket, before we drove off to one of his favourite spots. After a few enjoyable hours we returned home. As dad had to resume work the following day he went to bed early. Mark was between jobs, which apparently was the norm in his life. On Monday, after dad left for work, Mark and I spent the day driving around the area as he introduced me to my new environs.
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Cal Evans lived in a corner trailer next to us. Cal, short for Calvin, was a forty-two year old man. Mondays to Fridays Cal worked the nightshift at a warehouse as a security officer, from eight p.m. till six a.m. Cal was divorced and had three sons, two of whom lived with their dysfunctional mother. Aidan, who lived with his dad, was the eldest son. He was twenty-years-old and worked as an auto mechanic. Aidan was followed by Brad who was seventeen, and then Bobby who was sixteen. Both of them were still at school. I would not meet Cal and the boys until the following Saturday. Cal had taken his boys off in his campervan on their annual holiday. Matt referred to their excursion as ‘an annual hillbilly gathering in the mountains.’ I was warned; that although Cal and the boys were real rednecks, they were really great guys and were virtually like family to Matt and Mark.
I spent a fairly quiet week acclimatizing to my new environment. Fortunately, Mark did not again press me on the matter of his unanswered question. On Friday night the Evans’ finally arrived home at around nine p.m. At that late hour, however, I would not meet them till the following morning. The Evans’, with the exception of Aidan, who was visiting a friend that day, came round at ten the following morning to meet the new boy. Dad had not lied about them, they were real rednecks!
Cal was around five-feet-eleven inches tall. His face was pockmarked, presumably from acne as a teenager. He was almost bald except for a few tufts of hair around the sides of his head, and sported a long moth-eaten looking goatee. Cal and his boys were quite lanky, but there was no doubt that the Evans’ sinewy bodies were very powerful. They were all unattractive, barefooted, topless, and wearing dirty shorts. Both sons had unfortunately inherited their father’s skin condition. The two boys sported mullet hairstyles that were in sore need of a wash. When man hugs were exchanged, the three of them smelt a little ripe.
Matt and Cal each grabbed a beer and went outside for a chat and a smoke, while the rest of us talked among ourselves, indoors. Along with Mark, both Evans boys lit up cigarettes and drank beer. Twenty minutes later when Matt and Cal rejoined us, Cal looked at me and said, “You’re prettier than any girl or boy I’ve ever seen.” I was grateful that the ‘or boy’ had been added.
Cal then walked over and grabbing hold of me began to give me a tonsil washing of note. As he did so, I observed Brad embracing my father and Mark doing the same with Bobby. Totally flabbergasted Cal’s powerful grasp, however, simply gave me no option. When Cal finally let go of me I looked from Matt to Mark, who were both shrugging and smiling. Mark then spoke. “It’s your call Rhys. Now that you know the lay of the land, you must decide. Understand one thing clearly, we don’t allow incest of any sort.”
I had been through two huge shocks recently and as much as sex with a guy was no problem for me, I had not realized that ‘man-love’ ruled in my new neck of the woods. Apparently, Matt and Mark fucked Bobby and Brad regularly. Cal and Aidan also often had sex with Mark but according to Cal, as I was told later, he and Aidan had now hit the jackpot with me. Still grasping my wrist, Cal asked if I would like to head back to his trailer with him. As if in a trance I followed, totally bewildered. As we were leaving the other two couples were already moving off to their respective bedrooms.
After stripping my clothes off me Cal placed me on his bed. He then dropped his shorts and got on the bed with me. After kissing me a short while, Cal lifted my left leg and tilted my body to the side, began fingering my arse. He worked my hole very gently initially, priming me for his knob. Shortly, he started to prod my pucker with his dick before entering and fucking me steadily. Later, he pushed me flat on my back and after pulling both my legs in the air, gave me an anal massage that literally drove me crazy. Because Cal had a curved cock that was hectically upturned, he practically pulverized my prostate.
As Cal continued thrusting, he lowered his pungent body onto me and I got a tonsil and face washing from his overactive tongue. When he again lifted his body and intensified his plunging, my body kept being turned from side to side. Moments later, I shot my first load without even touching my cock. After Cal had licked my spunk off me, he turned me over to the doggy position and with his body at my side, slid two of his long fingers into me. He then manically massaged the inside of my arse before adding a third finger. After intensively prodding and manipulating my butt, I shot a second load, gasping like a bitch in heat.
Next, Cal shoved his dick back into me and started increasing his pace. When I sensed that he was getting close, he pulled out of me and turning me onto my back mounted me in a sixty-nine position. Cal’s banana cock slid down my throat comfortably and as he stabbed, with his sweaty balls dancing over my nose and eyes. After shooting his load down my throat Cal lifted up and lay on his back next to me. Then, after placing his hands behind my head Cal directed my face towards his left armpit, instructing me to clean him. After both armpits had been cleaned my head was moved down his crotch. I couldn’t believe how much I was becoming tanked-up on skank. I had grown up in a floral world of air fresheners, lotions, and feminine odours.
By the time I finished servicing Cal his cock he was hard again. Pushing me down on my stomach, Cal then mounted and fucked me again. This time, there was no holding back as I got the pummeling of my life. After a few minutes of gasping and grunting, Cal again emptied his balls into me.
By lunchtime, I returned home as Brad and Bobby were returning to their trailer. We had sandwiches for lunch, because we were all getting together for a barbeque that evening. After lunch Mark headed outdoors to work on his pickup, while Matt and I prepared salads for that evening. As we were busy doing our thing Matt looked at me and asked, “Rhys, are you okay with what happened today?”
“Yes,” I replied, then after a pause I added, “I am gay, dad”.
After an encouraging smile Matt spoke again. “I just want you to know that Cal and Aidan are going to keep you very busy. Secondly, as you have seen we are all on the skanky side and things can get a little rough at times. If anything that happens that takes you out of your comfort zone, you simply let me know and I will take care of it.” I nodded my head in acknowledgement.
When we arrived at the Evans’ at six the barbeque was well underway. Just before seven, as Cal was finishing off preparing the meat, Aidan arrived home. He had spent the day at a buddy’s home fixing a car. Remarkably, Aidan made the rest of us look neat and tidy. His hands and bare feet were skanky, and his t-shirt and shorts, filthy. Aidan observed me with fascination as were introduced. Afterward, Cal moved over to talk to Aidan privately. As Cal spoke to him, Aidan stared at me with an ever escalating look of lust on his face. As he glared, his tongue toyed with his extended tobacco filled bottom lip. Next, Aidan moved in my direction and virtually glued himself to me.
I had never encountered anyone who chewed tobacco, and was stunned by the occasional spitting that accompanied the habit. When Aidan didn’t have a hand on my shoulder, his crotch was pressed up behind me. In our small enclave of skankiness, he was clearly the top dog. Initially, his hum disturbed me but as the evening progressed, I felt myself becoming totally intoxicated by his aroma. Aidan was the least attractive of the Evans clan, but exuded and incredible sexiness. Taller than his dad, his body language was relaxed but totally authoritative. During the evening, I felt like I had been comprehensively claimed by him. After we had all eaten, Aidan once more took up station behind me.
Aidan’s grinding and hand action now began to escalate, and soon he placed his mouth at my ear and said, “Are you ready for your honeymoon, baby? Tonight you belong to me.”
I then felt Aidan’s hand slip into the back of my shorts, before an icky finger began to rub my hole. Next, his finger began fingering my well-fucked hole and stirring his father’s cum inside me. I was so horny that I pushed back, encouraging his attention. Aidan’s other hand now pushed into the front of my shorts and commenced squeezing my balls.
It was at this point that Mark laughed and said, “Jesus, Aidan, shouldn’t you take that indoors?”
“Fuck yeah… my nuts are heavy with juice.” Aidan replied, before I felt myself being steered inside their trailer.
When we arrived in his very messy bedroom, Aidan pulled our t-shirts off, before clamping me in his arms. He did not remove the tobacco from his mouth as he began kissing me. The sensation was unbelievable because his saliva had a viscous consistency. As the brown the liquid mingled in my mouth and coated it, his dirty finger once more tantalized my puffy hole.
When our lips broke apart Aidan asked, “Must I take the bacca out of my mouth?”
“No.” I replied.
Aidan then pushed both our shorts and underpants down, before maneuvering me onto the bed. As I would come to know with Aidan, he loved controlling my arms and they were immediately clamped alongside my head. With his torso slightly lifted and his knees pushing my legs apart, Aidan began grinding his crotch into me. As Aidan’s head hovered above me, the bacca juice began dribbling out of his lips and into my mouth. When our lips joined, the tobacco slug began to move in and out of my mouth. I couldn’t believe how good it tasted and how much it was turning me on. The skank of my new life was totally intoxicating me and every new pungent odour and taste, ensnaring me.
Gone was my former prissy existence, and I was reveling in masculine grime. My daily showers were becoming a forgotten ritual and I was wallowing in my newfound grubbiness. After lifting one of my legs Aidan was soon pushing his dick into me. As he began to spear my arse he kept kissing me as more brown slime trickled into my eager mouth. Next, Aidan reversed his body position as we moved into a sixty-nine position. When his slimy mouth encased my knob, I had never had a blowjob of such proportions. The viscosity was unbelievable as my cock was enveloped by his warm succulent lips.
As I sucked on his pungent dick, his unctuous mouth tantalized my knob as never before. In no time I was hyperventilating as his head manically hammered metronomically on my phallus. My release was more memorable than any I had ever experienced before. Once he had sucked the last residue of cum out of me, he lifted and instructed me on to my stomach. Swiftly altering his body position, Aidan mounted me with his arms extended and fucked the living shit out of me. When Aidan finally shot his load we grunted like animals. Afterward, as we lay side by side, Cal joined us.
“A barter deal has been struck,” he said. “Tomorrow, we’ll collect Brad and Bobby’s shit from your mother’s house and they’ll be moving in next door.” Then, after a pause he continued, “You’ll be living with us from now on, Rhys.”
I was somewhat dumbfounded by the statement, but not too perplexed.
“From now on, I’ll be fucking you in the afternoons and Aidan will be tuning you up at night.” Cal announced. As he departed he added, “When you’re finished with Rhys, send him to my bedroom.”
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